Running to Push

Day 36:

I went for a run today. My heart and mind are proud, but my legs ache.

You see, I am not a runner – and running is not me.

I went for a run on Saturday. That effort was out of desire to restart a physical routine that better matched my morning regime.

Today’s run was born out of desire to ease the pain in my legs. For a few minutes there I didn’t think I would make it.

My mind was clear, my heart felt right, and although they were sore, my legs were not tired.
“So what the heck?!” is what I thought as the hill on the horizon looked down on me, mockingly.

But then this song’s turn came up.

Isn’t it funny how sometimes a song knows exactly when you need to give it a listen?

While panting along the path I felt as though Chris Carraba’s lyricism here had been written for my struggle up the hill. My heart was sturdy, but my lungs were not living up to their end of the bargain.

I reiterate, I am not a runner.

But there is something to be said about pushing yourself to do something you don’t normally do, it’s something almost inspiring; it’s like that act of perspiration acts as an inspiration for you to transfer that mold-breaking, momentary new you into other environments of your life.

A transformation that pushes your self into being a better sibling, a better soulmate, a better student of life and love - to push your self to be a better You.

I always knew that the act of running is exercise, but today I learned that running promotes an exercise that is entirely separate from the physical.